Keeper Program

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"..."

Facing the question of the wild boar, Ed stopped and remained silent.

It's not that he's embarrassed because he can't answer, but because he doesn't need to answer this question at all.

"Uh……"

Wild boar Il held a lamp in his hand and carried a large box on his back to hold things. He stood there stiffly like a stake, daring not to move for a long time, like a cylinder that was being continuously heated.At last he said aloud:

"I remembered, go to the left, it must be going to the left!"

"Let's go." Ed said flatly.

"Okay, okay..."

Il finally breathed a sigh of relief, bent his head down again like a prisoner, and walked forward with the box on his back.

After going around for a while, Ed finally felt that the route in front of him became clearer, and the layout of the stone pillars was very similar to what he saw in his memory.

almost there-

The original stone wall was gone, replaced by a barrier made of crushed stones, it seemed that Issyk deliberately blocked this place before he left.

Under the point light source of the lantern, the surrounding uneven stone rock walls are covered with scorched black traces of flames, which seems to be a grimace distorted by pain.

"The road is blocked, you see...?" Il unloaded the big wooden box behind him, a little nervously, but also looking forward to asking for instructions.

"There's a pickaxe in the box, dig it up."

Ed ordered that in order to prevent accidents, he specially asked El to bring some second-hand tools from the Denver antique store.Then he paced around, his eyes sweeping over the scorched marks on the battlefield——

A long and deep ravine was drawn on the ground, and the giant sword thrown by Issek was deflected by some force in mid-air, perhaps it was the barrier generated by the secret text of "Lake", or it was missed by another attack.

It seems that the white crow blocked Issyk's attack, or at least was not fatally shot...

However, the traces of the subsequent battle mysteriously disappeared, as if the white crow disappeared after blocking the blow.

Strange... Could it be that he escaped using the "Moon Shadow" secret text?

How many secret scripts does this guy use...?

Ed had to look for clues from other directions.On the other side, there is a shallow layer of claw marks left by four claws running on the burnt marks on the ground. The claw marks are constantly changing directions, as if they are dodging something——

This is the footprint of Huofender. He avoided the ray of the flame demon, and took the opportunity to pounce on Yisek who had just thrown his weapon. The two fought on the ground, and a few curly hairs on the ground can confirm this.

The dark red dried blood splattered into a speckled ray, and then a large number of claw marks appeared on the ground, but this time the footprints were even more flustered, and even climbed up the wall.

Perhaps Elder Isaac stabbed Huofand with some kind of sharp weapon, and the disappearance of the white crow also made it lose the will to fight, and then it fled towards the outside...

Ed continued to walk along the claw marks for a certain distance, and it really confirmed his thoughts——

A broken snake-shaped silver dagger was discarded in a corner. The end of the dagger pierced a dead eyeball, emitting pus and stench.

This is the ritual implement of the Nirvana Order.Ed remembered clearly that he had a thing with the same handle in his hand, which was seized by members of the Nirvana Cult.

Although silver is considered a soft metal, unsuitable for weapons, it is extremely harmful to werewolves.Such a sterling silver ritual dagger might not be able to penetrate Hofind's bones, but piercing soft tissues like eyeballs is not a problem—especially in Issyk's hands.

After being pierced in the eye, Huofender must have fled in a hurry, and at the same time pulled out the silver dagger inserted into the eyeball to prevent the allergic reaction caused by the silverware from further deepening.Ed thought to himself.

"Master Crow, I'm done digging!"

After hearing Il's shout, Ed reconfirmed that there was no missing information on the ground before returning to the entrance of the tomb.

I saw that Yier had already dug a half-person-high hole with a pickaxe, enough for people to squat in.

Through the hole, the golden-red palace shone like a mirage.A dazzling array of jewels and jade are spread on the ground like worthless stones, and the shiny twelve-pointed gold coffin on the top reflects the luster of sunlight.

Knowledge, wealth, power, and endless treasures fill the tomb of the greatest magician, carrying centuries of loneliness and longing, as if silently telling his legend.

"Would you go in first, or...?" Wild Boar Il stood at the entrance of the cave and smiled obsequiously.

Ed quietly pressed his left hand under the robe on the trigger of the volcano pistol.At this point, Il is useless, it is best to kill him first, so as not to make any trouble later.

only……

He suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"No, you go first." Ed pushed the lid of the wooden box casually and closed it back.

"Okay, I obey...my lord." Il nodded, threw the pickaxe away in front of Ed, and got in on his stomach.His fat body was stuck in the newly dug hole, like a wild boar trying to get into a dog's hole, struggling and twisting a few times before barely getting in.

At this time, Ed quietly took a few steps back...

……

Finally...Il stood up, looking at the treasure in front of him that made him salivate, and felt that all the humiliation and hard work he had suffered in the past few months were worth it.

It is true, everything in the crow divination is true.

The golden light was so bright that it almost blinded his eyes. He picked up a scepter with strange metal patterns on the ground, put a crown inlaid with precious stones on his head, and tied his trouser legs tightly. He grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into his clothes until he was covered in gold.

The feeling of being covered in gold on the top of the head, under the feet, and the whole body is so wonderful and sweet.

After closing his eyes to enjoy the inflated happiness, he raised his head, and the crow just got into the hole and was walking straight towards the crystal bird claw on the coffin.In Yier's impression, there should have been a red gem, but at this moment it seemed to be replaced by a metal card.

But Yil didn't care, his only thought now was to pack as much as possible, pack more things—and then leave before the crow.

After wearing rings on every finger and putting a lot of necklaces around his neck, El looked up carefully again——

The crow seemed to be attracted by that card, and was looking down at something.

With that, it's time!

Sensing this wonderful opportunity, El took a few quick steps in the sea of ​​gold and fled to the entrance of the cave.These things seemed to give him extra strength mentally, and he stalked towards the hole like flying.

When he went in, he deliberately pretended to be reluctant to let the crow let down his vigilance, so that he could escape smoothly when the crow was not paying attention.

The crow's cry came from behind, and El knew it was a matter of success or failure:

He swooped, kicked his feet on the ground, slid out of the hole like a piece of soap, and then slammed the support point that had been prepared with the scepter——

This was Yiliu's last move. When he dug the gravel, he intentionally left a fragile support. As long as he hit the support point hard, the hole would collapse again.

The legendary sorcerer's scepter was really powerful, and the gravel suddenly crashed down, filling the gap.

Without a pickaxe, even if the crow's hands were made of steel, it would take more than ten minutes to dig through this place with both hands. By then, he would have escaped here with his treasure and gone on a ferry to enjoy himself.

No... What if there are hammers and chisels in the tomb?

Yi Er was about to open the box and put his treasures into the wooden box, but his hand stopped halfway.

No, I have to get out of here quickly.

He supported the crown on his head, and hurriedly ran back along the way he came, without caring about the loot box.

At first he ran extremely fast, as if he had inexhaustible energy all over his body.

wheeze...

Gradually, Yi Er suddenly felt that his body was getting heavier and thicker, and his heart was pounding as if it was about to explode.

wheeeeeeeeeeeee...

No, I should have run far enough, let's rest for a while...

He wanted to put down the scepter in his hand to rest for a while, but found that he couldn't shake it off.

Yi Er raised the scepter, only then could he see clearly that the scepter was slowly melting.Metal barbs protruded from the part where the scepter was in contact with the palm, piercing into his skin.

He stretched out his left hand, trying to tear off the barb with all his strength, but only sticky flesh and blood came out.

hiss--

The pain is unforgettable, and the spikes are twisted deeper and deeper like screws, but they also have a numb itching feeling.He wanted to let go of his left hand, but found that his left hand was also stuck.

Is there something wrong with this scepter? !

Do not……

Suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, Yi Er realized that the itchy sensation not only stayed on his hands, but also covered his head, neck, body, every place——

The melting jewels and gold coins stuck to his body like scales, and it was so itchy that he had to scratch...

itchy...

Yil screamed, tearing his body in a panic while running, blood was flying, and the pain pierced his heart, but he still couldn't get rid of these things.

I don't know how long he stumbled and walked, and finally Il was exhausted, and fell to the ground panting, the metal spikes flowed wantonly in his blood vessels, and every movement felt a heart-piercing pain.

There is a rustling sound next to my ear...

It was the crow that came after him.

"Master Crow, please help me, I can explain... I really didn't do it on purpose... All right, I can be your servant..."

Looking up at the red eyes in front of him, El said while tearing his throat, trying to grasp the last straw of emptiness.

However, the red light in front of him is not the reflection of the crow's mask eyepiece, but the reflection of another kind of pupil.

The torn blood-red pupils...

The stinky breath hits his face.